“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(During the whole half-hour of the experiment I shivered constantly, and felt very cold even though I was covered by a blanket. [...]

Your neighbor, Joe, had pneumonia, or a cold, or the snivels (upon returning from Florida last week). [...]

[...] Her body had spells of shivering, although she said she wasn’t cold in the usual sense. [...]

When Rebellers was published he felt (underlined) that you were coldly angry at him. [...]

[...] (Gesturing:) He believed that the individual personality was relatively powerless to understand itself and that it stood precariously alone and undefended, with a chasm of evil beneath and with an unattainable, cold, just, but not compassionate Good (with a capital “G”) above.

[...] I’ve raked leaves, stacked wood in the garage, installed storm windows, and made sure our hill house is otherwise all set for cold weather.

[...] The reactor hasn’t reached an ideal “cold shutdown,” however, when it will be on a natural circulation of water at atmospheric pressure; that situation will come about when an independent backup cooling system is completed several weeks from now.

The sensation of cold was a clue to the title of the story, but one you would not have recognized on a conscious level. [...]

[...] Her cold was much better, incidentally.)

[...] Jane said she hadn’t been cold in trance, but was now.

[...] But as the walls of your house are experienced by your outer senses, and serve to protect you against other camouflage materializations, even those of wind and rain and cold, so do the walls of past, present and future, erected by you as a different kind of camouflage pattern, protect you from inner forces and realities with which you are not as yet equipped to deal.

Let your friend in out of the cold (amused.

[...] I placed the cold film holder under Jane’s back as she lay propped up on the mattress, but the whole task went quickly. [...]

[...] If it were not vulnerable to the winter and cold temperature, it would not die, and if it did not die, it could not, again, come back into the earth as a new blossom. [...]

[...] Do not try to make yourself into a cold star from which you can observe the rest of humanity and be safe from it. [...]

(The white coat connection referred to the fact that Jane wore it last Saturday evening, when it was bitter cold. [...]

[...] But she’s finally dispensed with the last stages of her cold, which had turned out to be much heavier than mine, and is feeling a resurgence of energy for the sessions. [...]

[...] It was very cold in there, where the first cowhides were. [...]

[...] I grew cold and tingled as I read. [...]

[...] However, since it was a cold evening our windows were closed, and the house itself was very quiet. [...]